Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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About to point to the balcony, he thought better of it. Why mention the opposition. Hearing one of them say Mohini needed to go home, he figured on using that as an excuse.



'Sudhir asked me to keep an eye out for anyone needing a lift home. Anyone need a lift home?' he innocently asked.



'Mohini does,' one of her friends said.



'I'd better go with her,' Reema offered.



'Good idea,' Shahid said, without meaning it.



Sudhir watched Shahid, and was surprised he hadn't been sent packing already. He remembered vaguely how popular he was with the girls in high college, so maybe he still had the charm. Wasn't it a naive, honesty about him that won them over?



He watched his friend talking to Mohini, and figured the guy was using her to get to Dhruvi. What Shahid had said about Dhruvi sank in. The guy hadn't been talking about Dhruvi, he'd been describing Mohini. The quiet one, a bit of a prude, used to dress old fashioned. 



Shit! He'd told the guy she was divorced, and looking for fun. Shit! He'd told Shahid his wife was desperate for cock. He watched Shahid, Mohini, and Reema break away from the others. Shahid had his arm around Mohini, almost holding her up. Oh! Shit! He'd told the guy she was up for it, and he was taking her away. 



It looked as though his wife was going to be more than flashing her body tonight. Ironically, he set her up with the guy hoping to lay her. Was she drunk enough to fall under Shahid's charm? It looked like she was more than drunk enough.



'It'll take awhile getting her outside, so catch us up,' Shahid told Reema.



Sudhir was taking two stairs at a time. He collided with someone, apologised, crashed through a fire door, and into the dance hall. No sign of them. They must have staggered out through the main doors. Pushing through the crowd he caught sight of Reema. He headed in that direction, pushing and shoving others out of the way, and caught up with her. Just as he was about to pat her on the shoulder, she walked into the ladies rest room.



He abruptly turned on a heel, as though in a line dance. He got out of the way of women in the queue, after having shoved them out of the way. The bad comments on his character were ignored. Looking around, there was no sign of Mohini. He pushed his way through the double doors to reach the cool air of outside.



Once outside, away from Reema, he asked, 'What do you want to do, Mohini?' 



She tried to focus with one eye, giggled, and said, 'Strip naked and run through the park.'



Shahid was surprised, but not shocked. He remembered what she was like in high college, and was wise enough to know people sometimes let loose as they matured. Or was it the confines of marriage that bored them, so they needed to rebel.



'Alright, let's go for it!' he laughed.



Across the road, they disappeared into the city park. It was dark at midnight with the lights off.



Sudhir pushed his way outside, and looked up and down the sidewalk. If he had looked across to the park on emerging through the crowd, he would have seen his wife. 



Hand in hand with Shahid, they skipped across the grass, and found a path. 



'Let go of my hand,' she slurred, and nearly fell.



Wriggling in the dress, she peeled it off, and giggled. On automatic, she unclipped the bra. Luckily it had a catch at the front. Taking another few steps she almost fell again, while pulling at the thong. A close run thing, stepping out of it, and not falling to the ground. 


He kept steadying her, which was a good excuse for not getting undressed. They danced over the grass between trees, parallel to the main road. There were trees on both sides, so if he saw anyone he would draw her into the bushes. Her clothes were scattered along the path, back there somewhere.

The stockings and suspender belt were long gone, leaving her naked. He liked what he saw, but figured she had been too drunk to start with, and would soon sober up the way they were skipping through the grass. Either way, he didn't fancy his chances. This was certainly refreshing and a totally different night out.



They came to an opening in a hedge. He stopped her running headlong through the hedge, into the brightly lit street, with an arm around her waist. Holding a naked woman tight, usually meant he was in bed. He was beginning to wish he was.



To the right a few hundred yards away, was the club. To the left was the city centre. If they walked straight ahead, or nearly straight, and the security officer didn't pick them up, his car wasn't far. Looking out for traffic, they stumbled forward, crossed the road, and dived down an alley. Cars beeped in appreciation of the midnight streak. They were soon safely tucked away in the dark, between store loading bays. 



Shahid recognised where they were, and quickly found his car. She wouldn't sit on the back seat out of the way. She sat next to him, as though demurely dressed. After a short distance she became talkative, only not making sense. 



'Who are you? Where are you taking me? Are you going to ravish me? Are you going to keep me as your sex slave?' she asked, and giggled over every question.



'Shahid, and home, then no to all the rest,' he laughed.



'Where are my clothes?' she asked, sounding only mildly interested.



'In the park. You stripped naked in the park,' he reminded her.



'Are you going to leave me somewhere, naked?' she giggled.



'No, I'm taking you home,' he said.



He was wrong about her sobering up. He kept telling her to be quiet as they made their way up the drive. 



'I'd rather be making my way into you,' he scolded her.



'You mean you want to fuck me. Go on then, fuck me,' she loudly stated.



At least the house lights didn't come on. Neighbours began to twitch the curtains, and he wondered what they thought they saw. She obviously didn't have a key. He thought of searching her body for one, but figured that would certainly bring the neighbours out. As a bit of luck, the front door was unlocked. Someone knew they would be too drunk to fiddle a key into a lock. 



He wasn't too drunk to fiddle his key into her lock, but he didn't like the idea of screwing a drunk woman. In the lounge he noticed a framed picture of her and her husband. It would need a clearer mind to figure out why, and what, Sudhir was up to. Next morning he might try to figure it out, or forget about it. Probably the later.


He dumped her on a sofa, and said, 'Good luck. I hope you find what you are looking for.'